When I was born, blood rained from the sky, and the whole village saw me as a harbinger of disaster and abandoned me in a mass grave.
As wild dogs tore at my flesh, an immortal clapped his hands and laughed. “A born demonic embryo, just right to forge into a weapon that will destroy the world.”
He gave me elixirs and secret arts, personally raising me into an evil supreme whose name made the righteous tremble.
Three hundred years later, I slaughtered the immortal sects and cornered him on a cliff, only to see him unfurl a painting. The girl in it looked almost exactly like me, except for a vermilion mark between her brows.
“She is the true demonic embryo destined to destroy the world.” The immortal gently stroked my face. “And you... are merely the lamp oil prepared for her.”
